en gåva från en falsk profet

Translated: "A Gift From A False Prophet."

Between Wabe And Waken

Currently on display at the Sullivan Galleries in Chicago, IL.

Between Wabe And Waken started as a poem formatted as a dictionary page. The first step was to list situations that I felt were inelegantly described. I then began to build these new words that are not available in the English language by researching root words in latin, old english/french/german, etcetera. The poem is linked through narrative example sentences. Viewers are invited to take leaflets.

I believe that when we further develop our language we change the way we talk about art and subsequently the way we make art.

Haus

Don't Read Into This

This was the final piece I made during my undergraduate career, I suppose you could say it was an experiment in failure.

The script reads

This is a because the not one made with silence of the sacred sprint. Pardon of the roll per it's down. Hit my not true idea for it what drink with your lip. Vandal! My god in January with tomb of the sweetest. When jetty red and there she looks at me and she looks at me. I do not with go your vision of the posture kiss the sacred run of my jaw. I have the suffer my master of the mound is the knowledge of a thousand um, what was the question again?

The original text was written in French. For a long time I've been fascinated with language barriers and I wanted to access my own limitations and give up control as far as language was concerned to compose this surreal, disjointed piece of writing. This piece was in constant conflict with itself. The poem is written on a banner, presenting it as something that is meant to be read. Conversely it is written in an illegible font I have been developing, turning into the mere image of text as one might receive the sound of a language they do not understand. Conversely still I presented alongside the translation. I've long debated this step in presenting the piece and every time have succumb to my attachment to this beautiful, sub-conscious, and meaningless accident; an attitude I hold toward a lot of my work.

The piece was on display in the Archer Ballroom. The piece was meant to confront shortcomings in communication, ironically this made the piece became particularly difficult to discuss.